This is a song about "Fuck being calm im gonna fucking cut you so much just so i could see your intestines"

Just so you can see im fucking seedy when im spitting foul

Whole hearted sincerity, avoiding all the hell that we abuse our

Quit being so fucking shy come on tell me why! you just wanted us to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Im weak, so are you, think your safe when your just confused

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

So i can hear the spikes enter his organs 'n' intestines

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Im sorry i put you under so much pressure,

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

I know i'ma fucking asshole, so fuck you, and fuck me,

Soul is through the eyes, so what you see could lead to your demise

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice